With every tear I cry I create a country,
With every wasted breath I make somebody's home,
With every silent scream i make myself a person,
I make somebody to love me because I am all alone.
But the country I made is filled with poverty,
The house I created becomes desolate,
And the people I created to be my family,
Stand there staring with hate.
The sun begins to shun me,
My own dreams leave me here while they roam,
And all i created deserted me,
now more than ever I am alone.
